
Grackles patrol our yard many times during the day, gleaning.

Grackles patrol our yard many times during the day, gleaning.

Kendal, surveying his world.

They make a good pair.

Our resident Blue Jay tarried just long enough for me to capture it.

I filled the bird bath/water dish for the first time this season, and this male House Sparrow was fairly quick to take advantage.

In the middle of the man-made straight lines and angles and curves, the tree trunks’ natural irregularities, there are this grackles’ smoothly curved bill, outline, and rounded eye/iris.

Even after seven years’ living near the St. Clair River, it is still a little odd to watch large freighters juxtaposed with houses.


The landscape of frost on the car roof shortly after sunrise compelled me to stop and capture it, to admire it for a moment before I drove away and it disappeared, never to be seen again. It was a reminder to stop and appreciate what is, because you may never see, hear, feel, experience it again.

We came across an abandoned, empty barn recently. Faye wanted me to stop, and she got out to take photos, including this one full of juxtaposed angles, lines, light and shadow.